Thing I Learned Tonight:


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Today was my last day. Holy shit. I can't even contemplate it.

Judy et. al. got me a cake, and I sat in a conference room for about twenty minutes, just regaling people with stories. Of the Popcorn Incident of 2010, the Bulgarian, the Wine Yankee Swap prank we all pulled on Jean that one time...

And then there was this:
Me: Oh, you guys -- ( Read more... )

What's with today, today?

I mean, not to get into it, but between the lady who called one of my co-workers a racist and the dude who wanted to return one shoe -- not one pair of shoes, but one single shoe -- today has been an example of WTF-ery.

Me: AMY AMY AMY
Research Amy: Is this the Shoe Guy?
Me: WHAT THE FUCK
Research Amy: So me and the CSR- ( Read more... )

Hey uh, guys? When did Conan O'Brien become so effing hot? ( Cut for video embedded. A longer version of the Desk-Washing promo )

So I keep meaning to post -- how has it been more than a week since I said anything?! --, but I keep running into the same problem: the only thing I feel like I can talk about is work, and I don't feel right talking about work right now, because a), I've only been back at work for two days after vacation, b) it's kinda thisside of unprofessional to ( Read more... )

I'm going to do something a little different tonight. First and foremost, I'm finishing off the Jose Cuervo Black. But most importantly, I'm going to try and not type and watch the episode at the same time. "Ab Aeterno" is supposed to be THE BEST episode of Lost ever, and very illuminating, and it answers questions and whatnot, and frankly, I ( Read more... )

Holy crap, it's almost 1 a.m.? How'd that happen ( Read more... )

*gag* And another bad decision, courtesy of Alaina.

Tanqueray + Diet Canada Dry =/= good. It = BAD VERY VERY BAD.

And I have to BE AT the new store for 7:45 in the morning.

Hence, the icon. And this will be the last you hear from me for at least twenty hours.

That's it. Body? Don't get PMS during May Sweeps Week EVER AGAIN. My emotions CAN'T TAKE IT!

There was The Office finale's emotional high, (JIM! PAM! LOVE!), where I cried with delight and got all choked up. And there was the crushing agony of defeat of Grey's Anatomy's finale (in that no one told me that Grey's Anatomy was running ten extra ( Read more... )

Head: G'mornin', Sam.
Desk: G'mornin', Ralph.

So, because I'm a moron, I'm sitting here re-typing Come As You Are because I don't have the latest, ACTF revision on either of my document cds, because, I guess, my thinking process was, "Hey, I've sent it in, I've got it printed out in three places, I don't need it on no stinkin' CD!" So I cut n' ( Read more... )